The Molten Moon is the hottest month of the year, but it is also rainy and prone to flooding. After a drizzling rain during the day www.biquge.info the air in Augustus was much fresher, as if it had washed away the bloody smell that had permeated the city for the past few days. After the rain, many people took to the streets again, trying to soothe their depression with the humid rain.

But the inner restlessness and restlessness seem to have been rooted for a long time, and how can this moment of peace be eliminated.

The masses are ignorant, but they have a pair of bright eyes. They may not know much about the big truths and the hidden meanings behind many things, but they are the most sensitive to the places they live in every day and the land they set foot on all the time, and no change can escape their eyes.

They naturally see the changes in Augustus these days, and they can't guess the thoughts of the big guys and don't want to guess. For many people, it is already the greatest happiness to be fed, clothed, and chatting and farting every day, but this life has now become a luxury, because the sky has fallen, and the tall man does not seem to have the slightest intention of sheltering them.

All of them slowly came to an answer that they did not dare to face in their hearts - Augustus was going to erupt, yes, erupted, like a volcano, and with a bang, everything was destroyed, and they used to listen to those bards who always laughed at how such a thing could have happened, but now they really experienced that feeling, not a natural disaster, but a man-made disaster.

Hoover was a businessman, and he had a nice store in the West End's food court, specializing in some quirky food, ranging from good sales like ulamisu to more unsuccessful attempts like fried spiders, but in general the income was good, allowing the family to live a peaceful life in the royal city.

But these days, the situation in Augustus is turbulent, the atmosphere in the city is heavy and oppressive, people naturally do not have the heart to try his "delicacies", even many old customers have not seen for a long time, and today's business is also cold, so Hoover closed the shop early, planning to go home early to accompany his wife and children, his children have been able to babble and call Daddy, which is probably the only thing that can make him feel better.

Hoover walked on the familiar path, but he suddenly felt a little dizzy, and he rubbed his swollen head and decided that he had to get some rest tonight. Blinking his sour eyes, he felt that the streets seemed a little strange today, but when he turned his head and looked around, he didn't find anything wrong.

Hoover didn't care about the slightest inexplicable delusion, and he walked down the silent stone path, not noticing that he was taking a bigger step than usual. Walking around a corner, he saw a familiar back, and couldn't help but speed up a few steps to say hello.

However, just as he stretched out his hand and was about to pat the other party's shoulder, he suddenly saw the other party's face poking out of the tentacles one by one, this strange scene made Hoover's scalp tingle and hair stand on end, and he sat down on the ground with a scream on his legs.

"Hey, it's you, Hoover, what's wrong with you?" ”

A familiar voice came, and Hoover watched with horror on his face as he turned around to reveal a familiar face with a square mouth and nose, none other than his regular customer and neighbor Creek.

Hoover looked at the other party's face carefully, the frightened expression on his face slowly turned to embarrassment, and he secretly cursed himself for what was wrong, it was okay to scare himself, it seemed that he really had to take a good rest.

"Oh, it's all right, it's just that the road is too slippery, and I said, dear Crick, you can't go around talking about it, or I'll tell you what you did last time. Hoover patted the water stain on his buttocks, stomped on his somewhat limp legs, and slowly stood up, joking with his old friend with a relaxed expression.

The two talked and laughed, and Hoover secretly glanced at a few times along the way, reaffirming that he must have had a delusion just now, maybe it was the fault of those street lights, those scholars don't always say what the light is, what brightness and shade, those things that people can't understand, Hoover threw the pot on the street lamp, and the whole person was much more relaxed, and it didn't take long to come to a house with white walls and red tiles.

Hoover entered the door and put down his things, and then tiptoed to the inner room, and did not hear the babbling of little Hecht, so the little one was probably still sucking his fat little thumb and falling asleep.

Hoover saw the lights in the room and knew he had guessed correctly, that Valesa should be in the room tending to the little one, perhaps just finished feeding. With a smile on his face called happiness, he walked lightly to the door, poking his head out from behind the door, so that if the little one was not asleep, he could always make him squeak and laugh, or he could quietly look at his lovely sleeping face, so that he could sweep away his exhaustion.

Hoover poked his head out slightly, expecting the little one to see his father babbling. However, the next moment, the smile on his face instantly froze, and his brain exploded into chaos. A shivering chill rushed up his back from the tail vertebrae, and his scalp tingled to see that in the room with warm trinkets, a monster covered in withered clothes and a face full of tiny tentacles was holding a knife in its chicken-like hand in front of his child, and the wriggling tentacles were almost touching the young skin of the little one, and Hoover even felt that in a second the hell disgusting thing was about to burrow into his child's skin.

Instinctive fear made Hoover almost turn and run away, he was just an ordinary man, he couldn't be as brave as those knights in the face of a monster, but he was a father other than that, so he didn't hesitate, or didn't think about anything, he mustered up the greatest courage in his life to rush into the room, pick up the vase on the table, and slam it down on the monster's head.

With a thud, the vase shattered with great force, and the monster was smashed to the ground, filthy blood gurgling from her head. Hoover didn't bother to continue attacking the monster, he picked up the baby on the bed and was about to run out, but a terrible, desperate cry suddenly sounded from the room, and the scream was muffled by a slight pop of a sharp blade piercing into the flesh.

Valesa was about to peel a small apple and feed it to her dear little Hecht, but suddenly a terrifying monster burst into the room and knocked her to the ground, almost making her unconscious, but she was terrified and angry just by the thought that little Hector was still in the room. Blood stained her cheeks and blurred her vision, her injuries were severe, but she didn't care about herself at all.

She watched as the monster picked up little Hecht and let out a desperate scream of horror, and with the strength she had somewhere, she struggled to her feet, and then pounced on the other man, screaming and stabbing the knife in her hand into the monster's stomach.

Tears mixed with blood stained Valesa's face, not because of pain, but because of reluctance, she knew that she was about to leave this world, but Hoover would take care of little Hecht. She stretched out a hand to caress the little one's lovely cheek one last time, but the other broad palm covered the little face before her.

A familiar hand, and a scar on the back of the hand, which she accidentally injured during the quarrel between the two, for which she almost cried in a hurry.

Her heart was pounding violently, and the fear that was stronger than before took possession of her fragile mind, and she looked at "him" who was still a monster just now, with a desperate expression on her face.

No!!!

What did I do!! I killed my own husband?!Oh my God! If this is a nightmare! Then wake me up!!

Hoover also looked at his wife who was smashed to the head by himself, and the negative emotions of despair, fear, confusion, grief and other negative emotions gnawed at the fragile hearts of the two, and such a cruel scene spread throughout the West End tonight, countless people screamed in despair and cried in fear.

One by one, one by one, monsters break free from their hearts, and vent their deepest pain and despair to the world.

Tragedy unfolded on the stage of Augustus's West End, and the director behind the scenes, West Side Kirk, lit the cigar and listened to the wails and despair of all beings, fascinated. (To be continued.) )